This is a true story and this is how it happened to the best of my recollection.

I was about 28 years old when I finally had to give in to my primal desires of sex with another man. Up until that point I had convinced myself that I was straight and that I was just curious about gay sex. Up until I graduated high school I had plenty of "experiences" with other guys but that's another story for another time.

I found this site on the internet called squirt.org(real site and still running). You could create a profile and list your interests and set up places and times to "cruise" for sex. I created a profile and within hours I was flooded with requests to meet and "hook up". Near my house there was this public trail that men apparently go to to cruise. I set up to meet two of the guys so they could "teach" me about gay sex.

When I arrived at the nature trail parking lot there were literally about 8 men hanging out around the restroom area and parking lot. One guy was sitting in his jeep with his cock hanging out the side of his shorts.

Immediately I was as hard as a rock!(Yes that is my real cock below!)

I didn't know any of the cruising signs suchas tapping your breaks so after about 30 minutes I got scared and drove off. When I got home one of the guys I was supposed to meet knew it was me from my tattoo in my picture. He sent me a message to meet up again and that he understood that I was nervous.

Later that day I went back tot he nature trail. Now mind you it is a hot summer North Carolina summer day so everyone was wearing little clothes as it was. When I pulled up I saw a man sitting in his Dodge Durango. It looked like he was staring at his seat. I got out of my car and walked by him to the restroom. I was too nervous to look at him. I stood in there for about 5 minutes with no luck.

On the way back to my car I remembered the guy I was supposed to meet telling my to grab my cock and that would let other cruisers know I am interested....so I did. As I walked by the man said said "Hey guy, what are you looking for?" When I peeked into his truck I found it! He was wearing a pair of 70s short shorts with no underwear and no shirt.

He had been flipping through some straight porn to get him worked up. I said "I'll try anything once." With that the stud hopped out of his truck and I followed him into the restroom. When I walked in he said "sit down and open up boy!"

I complied. Then he crammed 8 inches of macho meat down my throat. I polished his shaft for about 5 minutes when he said "I'm gonna cum!" Up until this point most of my "gay" play was handjobs so I totally missed his cue to spit or swallow. By not pulling my head back he took that as a sign that I swallow and blasted the back of my throat with his manjuice.

I swallowed most of it but one small thin stream trickled out of the side of my mouth. I took my right index and middle finger and wiped up the trail and placed it in my mouth with the rest of his gift to me. He said "damn you are one hot cumeater!" He pulled up his shorts that poorly hid his now receding boner and walked out.

I sucked him off 7 or 8 more times before he told me he was moving to Florida to live closer to his son. But thanks to him I finally realized looking at gay porn and "making it" are two different things. From that day forward I have been known as "cumeater".

As I got in my car to pull away the guy I was supposed to meet drove up. I could not let him down so I walked back to the restroom and assumed my seat on the throne. Needless to say my jaw was sore when I left the trail that day.

I hope you enjoyed my first gay experience as an adult as much as I did recalling it. Now where did I put my cumrag?